Girlfriend Experience Mean Novels & Stories

As I ran, I saw a group of girls huddled together, chatting excitedly. As I drew closer, I overheard them talking about their mates and how they had been marked. My heart sank with jealousy. When was it going to be my turn to experience such a profound connection? I longed to feel the warmth of a mate's touch and the sense of belonging that came with it.

-girl #1 "I don't know? The girl in the picture has curly hair, but that girl has straight hair." -girl #2 "Gosh, is this for real? Does Wyatt really have a girlfriend?" -girl #3 "Hey," the woman waved her hand in front of Wyatt's face. "Where are you looking?" After she asked that, she followed where Wyatt's eyes were looking. Then, he saw me. "Oh, your best friend!" She waved her hand and walked towards me, "It's me, Agleen. How are you? You're Aiden, right?"

Most times, I forget about the relationship deal we made and go on treating her like a real girlfriend even though I never had one. "And who says I feel weird about all this, its what I've been expecting right from the start, one night stands and fuck buddies showing up here and there..." She casually waved her hand around to gesticulate, then shrugged "It's expected from a playboy like you, at least these ones are nice, no one is calling me a 'messed up girl'" she laid emphasis on the last three words, quoting them with her fingers. I pushed my hair backwards "Messed up girl? I thought we were past that topic already?"

Friend. The word echoed in her mind, amplifying the sadness she already felt, making it nearly unbearable. It was a term that held so much weight, dragging her back to college days when being his friend was all she was ever allowed to be. In those early years, she wore the title like a badge, taking pride in being someone he could lean on. But each time he turned to her for comfort, it felt like a bittersweet reminder of her place in his life. Once he found his footing, once he emerged from the depths of his despair, she was left in the shadows, alone and heartbroken. The cycle felt all too familiar, and the pain of that memory flooded back like an unwelcome tide.

"I have the right to be here. My girlfriend's sister is in a coma and I deserve to stay with her." The word "girlfriend" spiked nothing but disgust inside of me. Girlfriend? When was I ever his girlfriend? When did I get that status? Was he trying to get inside my head with that? No way. I am never going to let that happen. No! I glared at him. "When was I ever your girlfriend?" I mean the last time I was referred to as girlfriend, I suffered. I was betrayed by my own best friend. That title makes me sick. "The last time I checked, I wasn't yours. I was your fling. I was never important to you. You only wanted me for my body. Now that you get it, you can leave. You can get out of here now."

"Cindy, I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. But sex doesn't have to be like that. It shouldn't hurt, it should be pleasurable, wonderful and exciting. It just sounds like you had a bad first time. Don't worry it won't always be like that." Cindy looked up at me, and brushed the tears from her soft red cheeks. I wanted to reach out and hold her but didn't want to scare her. She said "But my friends say all boys are like that." "That is just because they are boys and they haven't had the experience to know what it takes to make sure a girl enjoys sex. They will learn and you will enjoy it later." "Do you know how to make it enjoyable?" she suddenly asked. I jumped at her question, all sorts

How I wish I am the best girlfriend, instead of just being called ‘best girl’. I opened the car window and screamed at the top of my lungs. “Yaaaah! I’m so tired yet I feel so happy. It feels like all my worries are gone now. Thank you, best boy. You are the best boy friend ever!” He ruffled my hair while laughing. “Crazy best girl, ever.” he answered in return before driving again. I will just treasure every moment we have right now. By next I am already a married woman to a stranger. And he can be the best boyfriend to the girl that he chooses to love.

I know that for Pete’s sake, I restrained from rolling my eyes. "I know. But you’ll be here for five more months. I want to spend that time with you. And I want you to be my girlfriend. We’ve had a great time together so far, haven’t we?” I asked hopefully. Her expression shifted, serious and unreadable. “Being friends is different from being in a relationship,” she replied. Did she just… friend-zone me? Fu.ck. All my life—since my teenage years—girls have wanted to be with me. And now? My own mate has friend-zoned me. I’m f.ucking doomed. I groaned inwardly.

"You and your work. Why don't you get yourself a boyfriend? In such cases, the boyfriend can afford his girlfriend's expenses." Kiara's lips twitched. "Are you taunting me?" She just got out of one relationship with such a bad memory, and now Cathy is asking her to experience it again? "What is there to taunt? Everyone gets bad experiences in their life. What should they do then? Stop living their life?" "Not even a week has passed yet." "So? It's not like you are grieving or something." "Of course, I am grieving. Who told you that I am not?" Kiara retorted.

The younger kids went on to the after party and loud music, dirty dancing and alcohol came with it. Some members of the pack came up to me and we spoke like old friends. They were mostly girls and it felt good to get away from all the guy talk for once. To be honest, I never really had girl friends. I would always steer clear of any encounter with girls because I despised all the gossiping and hating that they did. I just felt that as a fellow female, you should be defending and not degrading another female. It was always just because of one thing, a man.